Moonspear prodigy

Alaric's thought were often on recent days. Conversations spoken and embraces shared. Today though he had abandoned these thoughts for a time to dig into his garden. Akin to a man with his sleeves rolled up doing manual labor in the yard.

Dirt covered paws and legs. Small patches of dirt upon his muzzle and near a brow.  Voice slung low in song as he worked.

But he was removed from his current peaceful experience by the scent of nature's nectar on the breeze. Dark head snapped up and green eyes searched, seered, finally landing on Elentari as she came nearer.

He stood breathing heavy from his toil, but her presence and her scent made it no easier. A small smile and a raise of wolfish brow. Though he did spare a glance downwards. He was filthy.

He should probably offer to take a bath. He approached her on quiet paws. Landing a searing kiss to her temple. A small husky chuckle.

I should probably find a stream.